Herscherik

"Your Highness, Your Highness Hershelik, are you safe!?

Hershelik looks at the door, ready to go outside at any time in his jacket, to the voices he hears from outside the carriage. If you look at Shiro right on the side, he has already worn his coat, and he just stood up from his seat with a nasty glance at his voice.

"…… Prince, okay?

Then, not so long ago, Hershelik knocks on the door instead of responding because he hears the voice of his lead knight.

Then immediately the door opened and Oran, wet with his armor with rain and blood, stood with a serious look.

"Get out.

In Oran's short words Hershelik knots his mouth sideways into one letter and nods. Then he went outside the carriage, prompted by him, and sighted and breathed the sight that had spread outdoors.

There were two types of bodies rolling around the carriage. What makes that distinction is the armor you are wearing… it was the body of an enemy soldier who would have raided you with his own soldiers.

Red blood flows from the rolled corpse regardless of the type of armor, dyeing the ground darker and darker.

Like that time, unstoppable blood took a man's life and filled him with the smell of iron. That sight rises in the back of his brain, and Hershelik bites his back teeth off.

"There are many enemy soldiers. Our own armies are divided and surrounded.

Hershelik, unable to see the body, reacts to the voice called from behind him and returns to me. If I only moved my gaze, there was no sound standing behind me. The outfit wasn't butler's clothes when he was in the royal castle, but came in black tailored traveller-style clothes, and he looks around without alarm.

The moment I opened my mouth to talk to Cro like that to check the situation, another person read Hershelik.

"Your Highness, you're safe!

Hershelik, called, takes his gaze off Cro and sees the Lord of his voice. A man I guess I was just calling outside was on one knee in front of me and drooling his head. Indeed, he was supposed to be the compiler of the thirty Kingsguard knights formed as Hershelik's escort in this expedition.

"Report to me, please.

Oran, standing next to Hershelik, urged him as he cautioned himself around. The man nods at the words, looks up and sees Hershelik.

"Report. Our army is currently under ambush and the enemy is believed to be the Atorad army.

"……… What is the damage?

Hershelik listens terribly. Then he remorsefully distorted his face.

"Unexpectedly, there is confusion within the military and we do not know the details. Especially the chaos in one army is terrible…………………"

Hershelik grips his fist hard. Not realizing such a prince, the Kingsguard knight man continued.

"I ask the prince to leave this place immediately.

Hershelik opens his eyes to the words.

"According to the information, the enemy is looking for His Highness. Then I foolishly believe that leaving this place for your own safety is the best way to protect you.

"… is that to me, abandon all the army and run away?

It was a quiet, but angry, caged voice. To that voice, the Kingsguard bows his head even deeper.

"Above all, the safety of Your Highness is paramount. Even a few of His Highness's men will be able to retreat from the enemy. There is also a town just north of here and along the river. If we get that far, it won't be possible for the enemy to follow us either.

Hershelik closes his eyes once to the Knight of Kingsguard, who says, "Please make a decision."

(It won't help if I stay here like this.

That was an unchangeable reality. Hershelik is aware that he is a weak child. If you stay here poorly, it could be a battle leg clump.

Then Hershelik decided.

"…… Okay.

The Kingsguard knight seemed relieved by Hershelik's words. But breathe in the words that follow.

"Orange, Weiss stay here, rebuild the army and destroy the enemy soldiers. Only Schwartz can escort me.

"Your Highness Hershelik!?

I didn't think I'd say I was leaving my own escort. The knight panics. But with such a room for him, Oran nodded, and Weiss, who was getting off the carriage and looking around, nodded reluctantly. Confirming that, Hershelik looked around at the Kingsguard knights fighting to protect themselves before the Kingsguard knights said anything.

"I command you under the authority of the Seventh Prince of the Kingdom of Gracis!

Hershelik's Rin voice echoes around.

"I'm leaving once more than this! You will survive the former scene of Orange's command, and then you will be placed under General Blaze's command!

And breathe in big once.

"There's only one order of the highest priority, survive!

Cheering as if to echo Hershelik's words, with which the confusion of the soldiers subsides.

That the prince will leave behind the lead knight in his subordinate, The Hundred Mad Knights Slash.

And instead of the order to "protect yourself," the order to "survive" turned the consciousness of many soldiers who were unintentionally scared into life.

Hershelik's only order breathed back into the army.

But that has another consequence.

It was clear that Hershelik's voice contained the confusion in the field and even increased the morale of the soldiers. But at the same time, it was meant to teach the enemy where he was.

The sound of a high whistle rings.

"There's a prince!

This is followed by a scream, which signals the gathering of the surrounding enemy soldiers. As Oran laid his sword on that appearance, he threw words at Crowe.

"Black dog, take charge of the prince. Weiss stay here. I'll be right back.

Cro held Hershelik aside for a moment, making sure Shiro nodded as he seemed to notice, and Oran nodded.

"I will cut open the enemy formation. Go."

So briefly, Oran ran out. The enemy soldier who tries to intercept him when he realizes it breaks his torso from armor to armor, jumps his neck, and amputates his limbs. Without disturbing one breath, Oran does not allow his sword to cross, and takes his life in one blow.

Cro, holding Hershelik by his side behind him, followed him, pulling out Oran at the same time as he passed through the enclosure of the enemy, dividing him into the woods and disappearing.

An imperial soldier immediately tries to chase the two of them, but suddenly they appear, a glowing wall of transparency... the junction holds back the way they go. If Oran turned his gaze, he understood that he activated the magic because Shilo's pure white hair was glowing in a light, empty color.

Oran turns back on his heels and stands at Shilo's side as he returns into a state of turmoil.

"Weiss, that was magical.

Yes, Oran thanks Shiro. Even Oran could have divulged some of them if they moved together. But if Ciro's junction, the average soldier would not be broken first, and it would take time to bypass it.

Hershelik and Kro go into the woods and enemy soldiers have Shiloh's junction at their feet.

The next step was how to break this situation.

(Now, what's the matter?

Oran circles his thoughts as he slaughters the attacking soldier with one blow.

The raids during the march have divided the thinner and longer armies. Since it was arranged to be sandwiched between one and two armies, it is difficult to move forward or backward. Even climbing the slopes and going through the ambush enclosure is likely to cause damage by then. That's why even if we stay here, we only add more bodies.

(If I could rendezvous with Mr. Heath, I'd figure it out...)

Oran has no experience in the battlefield, and even if he knows it as knowledge, it's only an aerospace theory on the interpreter. In that regard, Heath is experienced, so she can deal with these cases as well.

(Is it easy to rendezvous with Mr. Heath while retreating?

Oran decided so, tried to instruct the surrounding area, and heard a small sneeze. If you look at him, Shiro is pressing his nose, frowning uncomfortably.

"…… cold.

Oran is weakened by a statement without any shards of tension. But the next word of Shiloh ran into battle.

"Hey, these guys, should I turn them off?

"……… What?

Leaving Oran, whose eyes dot, Shiro says, looking troublesome.

"If you're in the way, you can turn it off, right? Hershey also told me to destroy it... if we could all do it, I wouldn't have too much trouble?

Yes, Shiro is a goddess-like beauty, with an evil laugh.

I also forget and weaken that Oran is a battlefield to the magical madness of making sarcastic and dangerous statements.

"... what are you saying with pleasure. Are you going to blow it up to your side?... so don't look unhappy there!

Shiro looks so rotten by pulling in the evil grin he had just had. While sharply scratching at it, Oran slaps down the flying arrow.

"…… Forget the joke.

No, it was definitely no joke, Oran thought, but I won't put it in my mouth.

"Only the enemy can be eliminated. But it takes time.

"…… Okay.

I don't ask if it's true. Shiro is not over-conscious enough to say what he cannot do. Oran sets up his sword when he nods.

"How much do I make?

"If you can all do it, three minutes.

"So no..."

Weakened again by Shilo's remarks, he is about to drop his sword.

"Chip... enough, no, eight minutes.

"Okay. Everyone starts magic because the magician opens this situation. Keep the enemy away from him!

Decided not to hear his tongue pounding, Oran skipped instructions to the Kingsguard knights and the soldiers around him, and set up his own sword. I would have felt that strangeness, when enemy soldiers jumped out of the gap between the knights and attacked Shiloh, but Oran broke in between the enemy and Shiloh in an instant, breaking the enemy's torso.

"Weiss, don't worry about what's around you.

"Okay.

Making noises and falling apart, Shiro does not look to the enemy soldiers who have become corpses, but gathers his magic as well as the magic of his surroundings in his own ability.

(Extensive, don't break your bones a little)

Yes, while the inner stupidity began to build the magic ceremony.

Waving pure white hair begins to shine light and green, and when you utter the Devil's Word, a light green band of light begins to swirl around the silo. The carved band of light of the Devil's Word is a magical formula for capturing the space of the wind attribute. And when Shilo lifted one arm, and finished uttering the first demonic word, and at the same time flattened his arm horizontally, the wind ran around him, cutting the fog.

(At the same time as the recognition of the range is complete, start building the wide-ranging attack magic……)

While combining magic ceremonies to build complex magic, Shilo steals a glimpse of Oran.

He had just slaughtered his attacking enemy soldier with one blow. Even when Shilo, who had no martial arts mind, saw the difference in character between Oran and the knights and soldiers around him. But the vision was unclear because of the fog, the scaffolding was muddy due to the continuous rain, and Oran's disadvantage in fighting while protecting Shilo, who became completely defenseless, was obvious.

The magician becomes defenseless during the construction of the magic ceremony. That goes slightly beyond the abilities of a senior magician, and Siro is no exception, whose original heretical abilities and church terrorist incidents led him to acquire an inexhaustible magic.

At first, when he was officially introduced to them as Hershelik's lead magician, Shilo couldn't have any good feelings for them.

That's Shilo's human disbelief side pulling its tail. When I was young, I was cursed as a monster, and even after being removed by the church, I was exposed to curious eyes, and even though I was a man, I sometimes put them in the eyes that people couldn't tell me because of my feminine appearance.

So the only thing you can believe from the bottom of your heart for Shiro is that in the past, only his adoptive parents, and since he betrayed him, Hershelik was the only one. I thought all the people approaching were enemies.

But my colleagues, they were different from many others.

The knight in front of me cared about something, and on the contrary, the butler was never so interested in himself as to be indifferent. Still, Oran said one day to Shilo, wary as a wounded cat, leaking a bitter smile.

"Nothing. You don't have to trust me because you can't.

Even without changing his expression, Oran continues to say to Shiro, who was taken aback.

"We can't believe in each other right away.

And Oran laughs, but adds.

"Whatever you think, I trust and trust you. Hershey believes in you. Black dogs probably do, too.

That black dog with a good exterior is more proof than anything, Oran said.

Clo has great love in front of others. On the contrary, Oran realizes that it is proof he trusts not to love or decorate hershelik or anything in front of himself.

"So now, why don't you trust us a little bit, too, Hershey? Then one of these days it'll be real.

When I heard the words, I thought that Shiro could believe me for a little while. If you don't like it, just ignore it, tell yourself.

But the days spent with them will not be particularly uncomfortable, and it will become commonplace and feel comfortable… it only took so long for that to become mutual trust. Of course, opinions can run into each other. But it is because we acknowledge each other. Of course, Shiro is not going to tell his colleagues.

So Shiro entrusts everything to Oran, who he trusts, and builds a magical formula that is complicated and elusive, but for Shiro, to the extent of his head's gymnastics.

Speaking of which, Shiro remembers just before he left while building his magic. Shiro asked Oran the same thing as Cygel.

I was wondering if you were really going to the battlefield. In response to that question, Shiro returns the same answer as Cygel. But Oran shook his head.

"Not so, you can go out on the battlefield and kill people?

"…… oh. No problem."

To Oran's serious glance sometime later, Shiro replied. Oran said nothing more to the answer.

(I, for his sake... I will kill them for their sake, men, gods, demons.

It was silly gratitude and determination for accepting myself that it was a 'monster'.

Shilo's pure white hair alternated between purple, which represents the lightning attribute, and the blank, which represents the junction attribute, which represents the completion of the construction of the magic formula in a few moments. High-density magic vibrates the air and blows mist and rain, while simultaneously taking in massive amounts of floating magic around you and converting it into your own magic.

The magic ceremony began to be built, and eight minutes were about to pass.

"……… Weiss."

Oran's chopped voice echoes, and the enemy's white blade looms in front of Shilo's eyes.

If you don't interrupt and evade the magic ceremony, you will be slashed. But Shilo didn't move the spot. Oran throws his sword to protect him like that.

(Throw your own weapon, you idiot?

Though so frightened, Shiro spreads his hands wide as if he could receive the blade. That was the signal between the completion of the construction of the magic formula and the activation of extensive magic.

Shortly before Shiro's body was pierced by a white blade, a thunderbolt similar to the sound of the explosion struck the area.